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I suspect the Gods are ploting. I can picture them, after a boring day, leaning over the chess board, aiming at me. They've placed their bets, and they' re wainting for my next move.
They are challeging me to state my name, to say I am who I allways said I was.
Trying to make me question if maybe I should have turned right, if now I should go left. Or turn back. I won't. If I turn back I'll become a statue of salt!
Retirado do baú, 28.Agosto.2006